Kaelen froze. His eyes went wide and his mouth hung slightly open. Then, slowly, his brows knit together, and his expression twisted into that familiar mix of disbelief and a very healthy dose of sarcasm.
“You’re telling me…” he said, dragging his voice and every word out as if testing their sanity, “…that my flames can turn me into a flying, horse-lifting torch?”
“Yes,” Sahrak said simply, with a stone face.
Kaelen rubbed his forehead with both hands now, letting out a strangled groan. “Mahn… this day just keeps getting worse. I’m not even sure if I’m terrified or impressed anymore.”
Kaelen looked like a man teetering on the edge of a full-scale nervous breakdown. He paced in a jittery half-circle, rubbing his face, running both hands through his hair, then tugging at it like he was t
